Crying over spilled milk
That's just something I won't do
The only reason i'm telling you so I Can say that I told you
This is more of a quiet poem
It's just a little something to hold you
But i run with the shits
Just remember I warned you
I ain't threatening, dog unless
It's weapons involved Set in my ways, Half step, theyll be resetting your jaw
All praise due Allah
Achoo and god bless you y'all
How you doing, How you and Pa?
Wake up cock-a-doodle
To ruin songs
I'm Genghis Kahn if the mood is wrong
Im budhist palm if the mood is calm
You choose one on how you move
Dont choose your movements Wrong, it's rudimentary
Elementary my dear Watson
Wax-off wax-on
This a penitentiary psalm
I've been to rehab more than once
I'm evidently dumb
But I bumped my head enough
Broke bread enough
I'm eventually done, I'm
GO, but ironically, I'm slow
But my Nina Ro' eat a hole
Leave 'em leakin' like a pizza roll